Tobiasz Zaremba

In the Federal Republic of Germany, all convictions under Paragraph 175 were repealed in 2002. That's a brief summary.

In East Germany, Paragraph 175 was abolished in 1957. On this basis, homosexual acts between consenting adults ceased to be punished, beginning in the late 1950s.

Polish author Joanna Ostrowska writes that Poles convicted under Paragraph 175 during the occupation (1939-1945) were marked not with a pink triangle, but with a red one, indicating political criminals.

Paragraph 175b criminalized "unnatural fornication with a beast" (this section applied to both men and women).

In addition, they added two new paragraphs: 175a and 175b. The first included "homosexual acts forced through violence or threats (male r**e), sexual relations with a subordinate or employee in a work situation, homosexual acts with men under the age of 21, and male prostitution."

The Nazis expanded the application of the paragraph. Mutual physical contact was no longer necessary. It was sufficient to state "objectively the general sense of shame was offended" and subjectively "the debauched intention was present to excite sexual desire in one of the two men, or a third."

During the Weimar Republic (1919-1933), the Prussian police (Prussia was the largest state in the Reich) were instructed to be less zealous in pursuing suspects.

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Paragraph 175 was introduced during the monarchy in the 1870s. It criminalized only male homosexuality, leaving out female homosexuality.

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